Under the Grass

"Madam, would you like your mother to honor the world?" "You want me to be the queen?" "No, she is the empress above all others." He Shu, the direct daughter of the Grand Tutor, was betrothed to Xie Ling, the same age as the Forbidden Army, by a marriage contract. When we first saw them, a group of Forbidden Army armored troops came in a dark formation. Their silver armor reflected the cold autumn light, their spears stood neatly and solemnly, their steps were unified, and their aura was formidable. At the front of the team, there is a person wearing a black uniform with gold inlay, a jade belt around his waist, and a long sword. His posture is as tall and straight as a solitary peak of green pine, and his figure is tall and fierce. It's Xie Ling. The girl had just sat down on the edge of the carriage, her fingertips still lightly resting on the carriage shaft. She subconsciously raised her eyes when she heard the sound. This is the first time she has seen him. The young man ascended to a high position. He was no more than twenty-one years old. His eyebrows were deep and cold, with sharp and clear outlines. His black eyes were as deep as a cold pool, without any warmth. The whole body is wrapped in the chilling and murderous aura that has been experienced in the battlefield and the imperial city for many years. He keeps away from strangers and is so cold that he is almost unfeeling. He was not wearing a heavy court uniform, but a neat and capable uniform of the Forbidden Army. His shoulders were straight and his face was stern. His eyes scanned the entire long street lightly, and there was no trace of fireworks in his eyes. Two gangsters fought in the street and robbed vendors of their money. They were quickly pinned to the ground by the imperial guards and knelt down in the middle of the street. Xie Ling reined in his horse and stopped, speaking condescendingly. His voice was low and cold, and his words were majestic, falling on the long street where the noise suddenly stopped: "At the foot of the imperial city, if you cause trouble in the street and disrupt the order of the market, you will be detained for three days with a twenty stick." The words were calm, but they carried an iron-blooded determination that could not be ignored. No one dares to plead for mercy, no one dares to argue. The Imperial Guards under his command responded to the order, their actions were crisp and clear, and the execution was carried out decisively without any personal favoritism. "Bang——!" The dull thumping sound suddenly exploded on the street, the force was so heavy that it was caught off guard. He Shu grew up in a scholarly house, and all her life she saw was gentleness, politeness, gentleness and gentleness. She had never seen such a straightforward and brutal punishment. The sound of the heavy blow was harsh and horrifying. Her heart suddenly tightened, her body trembled subconsciously, and she couldn't help but let out a very light gasp from her throat: "Well..." The voice was thin, short, and full of unexpected fear. It was extremely soft, but it was particularly clear on the long, silent street. Just at this moment. Xie Ling, who was looking forward with an indifferent expression, paused slightly. He suddenly turned his stern eyebrows, and his dark and deep gaze fell accurately on the ebony carriage on the street. The wind lifted the half-draped car curtains, and golden sunlight leaked into the car. He could see very clearly. Sitting next to the carriage is a young girl, plainly dressed, with a clear face, smooth black hair, and clean and gentle eyebrows. The remaining timidity from the soft cry just now was still concentrated in her eyes. Her long eyelashes were slightly trembling, her face was slightly pale, and she looked like she was suddenly frightened but forced herself to remain calm. She was born very quiet and soft, like a bright osmanthus grown in a greenhouse, clean and fragile, and incompatible with the world of swords, guns, iron and blood in which he lived. Xie Ling's black eyes froze slightly. A glance, deep and gentle, without any tenderness, only scrutiny, indifference, and the sharp and cold observation that soldiers are accustomed to. He didn't speak, and his expression didn't relax at all. He just looked at the carriage quietly for a moment. It's just a few breaths, but it's so long that it's suffocating. The heartbeat of He Shu in the carriage suddenly stopped. Everyone knew that Xie Lingquan was a murderer, and on his wedding day he said: "If you find someone you like, I will let you go with a piece of paper and a letter of departure." It was as if he was determined to give her away. Later, he said: "Wherever my wife is, my husband will be there." Intent: Romance